Molly and Bill sat at a small table in a dingy motel room, maps and blueprints spread out before them. "Molly, this party's like Fort Knox!" Bill exclaimed, his fingers tracing a line on the floor plan. "Parents are going to be crazy on the hunt for the perfect gift." Molly rolled her eyes. "I know, but think about it. Tons of people, so many distractions. And the presents?" Her voice turned mischievous. "They're sitting right out in the open." Bill chuckled. "Like a big ol' buffet of bribes for those little ankle-biters." He leaned back, nodding toward the plans. "We could swap costumes. You know, get lost in the crowd." Molly grinned. "Oh yeah, I like that. I'll be the witch, you the scarecrow. They'll never see us coming." She pointed at a spot on the map. "Just get me the sleeping bag, and I'll have the whole place zonked right after cake time." Bill laughed. "Sounds perfect. Now we just need a way to keep the chaperones occupied." Molly tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, I'm thinking we come in early, start a food fight..." Bill interrupted, smiling. "Nah, maybe we should just announce a sweepstakes and giveaway prizes." Molly's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're good. I like it." As they laughed, the room filled with a mischievous energy, the smell of stale takeout mingling with the thrill of a perfect plan.